we are in the mountains looking for orange skies and white hydrangea.
there is just the right amount of density of peaks.
we are leaving, heading to the shore. 
you say you can go on and i say we still have things back at the hotel room. 
we go to the hotel room, you hand me the key - room 283 or 284. 
i cross the pool and another pool to get to the room.
the door is already open and the cleaners are hanging around in the room. 
one sitting on the bed playing my guitar. 
i gather this and that - jar of peanut butter, a sports bra, baby clothes. 
i mention my mother and she walks in. i wake up